It’s spring again, and it’s time to…
It seemed like it was just a few days ago that I had to trudge out all layered, booted and jacketed. I heard him cheep cheep quite brightly. But I didn’t believe him. And yet he went on, “Peechi peechi peechitit.” All winter long he stayed quiet and hidden. And suddenly he made sure I heard him…but, I couldn’t see him. The closer I went to the sound, the more he seemed to “disappear”, except that he seemed louder and more persistent. Above the sounds of my boots crunching on the last smudges of ice and a gravelly sidewalk, his distinct sound was welcoming.
A vehicle roared past and he kept it up. Children played, yet he was distinct, trilling his song.
And as he kept it up, I walked back home- reminding myself that spring was around the corner. Time to shed things, time to begin yet again.
Time to wash and put away my winter jacket. Wash — and put away for another year — the woolens that had kept me warm. Time to be thankful for having been warm.
It wasn’t just me in the begin-again mode. The roads too were being swept clean of snow and gravel. Lumpy, messy, no longer pristine, but snow that had been trampled upon, mixed with frozen bits of whatnot that had happened to get ensconced, sandwiched between more snow - under and above. Now, being troweled away. To await the melting and final release.
What can I shed? What can I prepare? What can I await?
Can I?
But, if nature does it too, why not I?
And so I shall.
Try again.
Await again.
Hope once more.
And celebrate the joy of being able to -
Hope once more.
For summer and warmth cometh.
I’ll plan and execute. Maybe I’ll have to start again.
But, yes, Mr. Tit- I’ll peeechipeechitit it through life once more.
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